Summer in our house means lots of baseball, and here's how our little enthusiasts are responding:Dylan
Despite looking like a devoted citizen of Red Sox Nation in the above photo, Dylan's favorite activity is pretending to be Derek Jeter. He's wearing his glove right now as he watches TV, and he'd probably wear it in the bathtub if he could. So, given Jeter's sportsmanlike nature (yeah, I said it), and Dylan's mild demeanor, I was a little surprised at where his imagination took him the other day. He ran into the house with his glove and ball and said, "Mom! You know your favorite pitcher on the Cincinnati Reds?"
He meant Bronson Arroyo, who used to play for the Sox, and on whom I have a bit of a crush. I nodded.
"Well, he just got knocked down by a ball that Derek Jeter hit!"
"Dylan!" I said, surprised. "That's not very nice."
He looked confused. "But Derek Jeter didn't mean to. He didn't know where the ball would go!"
"But Dylan," I reminded him, "you made the story up." He had no response to that one. No word yet on Arroyo's condition.
Alexa
Today, when I went to pick Alexa up from daycare, Miss Ann told me that they had been talking about friends: friends' names, favorite friends, what it means to be a friend, etc. When asked who were her favorite friends, Alexa replied, "Morgan, and Josh Beckett." Who knew? Maybe she can get me Red Sox tickets.
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